#6
Forest
The city yawns;
its breath the age of memory -
what it is has always been there,
in the fires to keep the wolves away.
Towers loom over
the streets, bubbling with cars,
streaming in perpetual rapid colour;
everyone is going somewhere.
And we're lost
among the shadows the years cast -
their leaves are heavy and
crackle under our feet;
as we huddle to keep out the cold,
keep the wolves away.